During this time, Angelina Jolie had almost disappeared from Li Fei's life.
Ever since being turned down for the Li Fei Brand endorsement contract, that wild yet persistent woman seemed to have finally understood something and chose to retreat for the time being.
That relieved Li Fei, while also making his relationship with Monica Bellucci increasingly intimate.
"Darling, shall we go see a movie?"
Monica tilted her head, her eyes beneath her sunglasses as deep as the sea around Sicily, carrying a sly smile. "I heard the advance screenings of Malèna have gotten very good reviews."
Li Fei smiled and gave her soft palm a squeeze. "Are you complimenting yourself indirectly, Ms. Bellucci?"
"Am I not beautiful?" Monica straightened her chest and blinked at him with endless charm.
"Beautiful. Of course you are." Li Fei leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Beautiful enough to make me want to hide you away, so only I can look at you."
His warm breath brushed her ear, and Monica's cheeks reddened as sweetness welled up in her heart.
The two entered a private cinema and booked a couples' screening room.
Light and shadow intertwined across the enormous screen, telling the story of Malèna's joys and sorrows.
But Li Fei had no interest in the movie. His gaze remained fixed on the living, breathing "Malèna" beside him.
In the darkness, he could clearly smell the faint fragrance emanating from her body—a unique scent mixed with perfume and her natural aroma, intoxicating and mesmerizing.
As the film gradually reached its climax, the atmosphere in the screening room became increasingly suggestive.
At some point, Li Fei's hand had slipped around Monica's slender waist, gently caressing it.
Monica leaned into his arms, tilted up her head, and gradually began breathing faster.
The light from the screen